WAKAZASHI Lyrics

I'm drifting round the corner man, I feel like I'm in Tokyo

She said her name was Juliet, I told her mine is Romeo

Next thing I know she on the ride, it's like a rodeo

Never gonna stop till I see M's in my portfolio

Heat on the beat, getting grilled like it's teriyaki

Might leave my shoes at the door but not my Wakazashi

Crushing pills and she bomb it like it's Nagasaki

Cogs turning, two wheels like a Kawasaki

They wanna hear real rap, they playing Samurai

They wanna see a lyricist, I personify

Yeah you really be my twin, you my Gemini

I'm keeping south of the action like I'm Uruguay

Bitch said I'm addictive, I'm a stimuli

Rappers sounding the same so I diversify

Four women in my bed at the same time

That's eight arms, got it looking like some octopi

I don't spit on the beat, I philosophise

Give them a left right combo, it come with fries

Why these youths think the only way is knife crime

It's always theirs but it's never really my time

Back in the day man I could rarely really write rhymes

All my boys is loving green, it's like some ripe limes

You hear the furious five, don't do no white lines

My raps get better with age, it's like some fine wine

Never take off my watch cause I can't waste time

I'm always going too far, can't comprehend the line

Man the beat just sending shivers up and down my spine

It's always theirs but it's never really my time

Look, drifting round the corner man I feel like I'm Tokyo

Said her name was Juliet, I told her mine is Romeo

Next thing I know she wanna ride, it's like a rodeo

Never gonna stop till I see M's in my portfolio

Heat on the beat, getting grilled like it's teriyaki

Might leave my shoes at the door but not my wakazashi

Crushing pills and she bomb it like it's Nagasaki

Cogs turning, two wheels like a Kawasaki

They wanna hear real rap, they're playing samurai

They wanna see a lyricist and I personify

Yeah you really my twin, you're my Gemini

I'm keeping south of the action like I'm Uruguay

Bitch said I'm addictive, I'm a stimuli

Rappers sounding the same so I diversify

Four women in my bed at the same time

That's eight arms and it's looking like some octopi

I don't spit on the beat, I philosophise

Give them a left right combo, it come with fries

While these youths think the only way is knife crime

It's always theirs man, it's never really my time